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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Vainqueur 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.