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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.