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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Mars,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.