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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.