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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.