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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.