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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Nico,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.