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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Aswad,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.