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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Suicide,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.