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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.