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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Wire,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.