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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Hashim,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.