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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.