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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.