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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.