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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.