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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.