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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Q65,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.