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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Human League to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.