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 Burundi 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.