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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.