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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.