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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.