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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.