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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 EPMD to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.