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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Section 25,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.