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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.