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 Belize 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Rekid,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.