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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.