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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.