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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.