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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.