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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
10cc,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.