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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.