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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.