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 India and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.