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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.