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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.