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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.