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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.