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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.