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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.