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 Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.