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 United States 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.