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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Swans,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.