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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.