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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.