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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Gong,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.