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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.