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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.