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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.