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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.