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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.