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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Visage,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.