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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.