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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.