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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.