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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
10cc,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.