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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Television,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.