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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Hoover,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.