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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.