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 Pakistan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.