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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.