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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
The Index,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.