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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.