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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.