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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.