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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
PIL,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.