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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Qualms,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.