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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.