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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.