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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.