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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.