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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.