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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.