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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.