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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The 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.