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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.