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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.