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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.