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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.