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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.