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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
cv313,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.