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 China 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.