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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.