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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.