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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
Rapeman,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.