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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.