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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.