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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.