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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.