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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.