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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.