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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.