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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.