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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.