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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.