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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.