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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Busters,
AZ,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.