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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Organ,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
ABC,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
the Association,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.