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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.