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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
PIL,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.