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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.