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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Index,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Lyres,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.