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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.