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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.