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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.