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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Victims,
Urselle,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.