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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
This Heat,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Japan,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.