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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.