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 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
The Busters,
X-101,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.