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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.