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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.