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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Fear,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.