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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.