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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.