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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.