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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.