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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Swans,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.