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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Wire,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
10cc,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.