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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.