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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.