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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.