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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 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 Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.