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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.