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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.