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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.