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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.