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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.