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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.