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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Associates,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.