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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.