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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.