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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.