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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.