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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.