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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.