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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.