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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Wings,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.