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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.