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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.