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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.