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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.