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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.