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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.