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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.