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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Busters,
The Move,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.