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 Austria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.