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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.