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 Russia and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.