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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Q65,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.