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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 organ 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.