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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Fear,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.