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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.