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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.