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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.