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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.