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 Israel 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 JFA to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.