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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.