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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.