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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Mars,
MDC,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.