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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.