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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.