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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.