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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.