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 Nigeria 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.