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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Gong,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.