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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.