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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Move,
10cc,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Lalann,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.