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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.