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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.