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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.