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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.