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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.