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 Senegal and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.