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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.