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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.