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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.