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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.