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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.