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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
X-102,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.