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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.