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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.