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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.