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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.