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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.