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 Japan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.