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 Israel 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Franke,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.