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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Swans, Swans, Swans, 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.