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 Germany 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.