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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.