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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
DNA,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.