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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.