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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.