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 India and from Salvador.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.