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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
MC5,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.