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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
New Order,
cv313,
Faust,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.