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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.