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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.