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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.