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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.