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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
June Days,
The Evens,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.