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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.