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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.