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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.