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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
JFA,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.