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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.