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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.