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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.