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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.