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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.