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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.