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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.