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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
The Fall,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.