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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
CMW,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.