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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Japan,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.