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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.