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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.