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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.