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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.