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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.