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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.