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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.