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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.