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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.