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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
UT,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.