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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.