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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Aswad,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Wings,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.