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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.