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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.