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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.