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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.