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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.