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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.