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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Index,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.