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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
UT,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.