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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.