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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.