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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.