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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.