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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fear,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.