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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.