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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.