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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
JFA,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.