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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.