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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sparks to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.