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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Wire,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Organ,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.