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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.