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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Magma,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.