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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Niagra,
Cymande,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Crime,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Suicide,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.