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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
New Order,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.