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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
X-101,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.