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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.