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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.