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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.