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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.