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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Ronan,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.