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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
X-102,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.