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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.