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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.