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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.