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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.