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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 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 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.