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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.