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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.