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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.