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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.