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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.