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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.