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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.