Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.