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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.