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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.