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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.