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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.