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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.