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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.