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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.