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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.