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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.