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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
X-102,
Faust,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.