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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.