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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.