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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth 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 crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
MDC,
the Normal,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.