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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.