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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.