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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
the Swans,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.