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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.