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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.