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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
CMW,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.