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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.