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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.