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 Tunisia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
10cc,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.