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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.