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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.