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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Smiths,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.