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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.