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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.