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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.