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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Nico,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.