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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.