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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.