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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Index,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.