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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Index,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.