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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.