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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.