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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.