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 Greece and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.