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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.