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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.