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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Can,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.