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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Little Man,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.