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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.