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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.