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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.