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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Section 25,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.