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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
MDC,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.