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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.