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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.