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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.