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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.