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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.