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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.