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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.