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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.