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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.