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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.