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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.