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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.