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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Gong,
AZ,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.