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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Franke,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.