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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.