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 Syria 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.