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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.