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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.