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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.