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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The J.B.'s 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.