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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.