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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.