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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.