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 United States and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.