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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
PIL,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.