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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.