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 Chile 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.