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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.