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 Guatemala 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Ultravox 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.