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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.