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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.