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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
10cc,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Hoover,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
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.