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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Ten City,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.