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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.