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 Fiji 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.