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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.