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 India and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Index,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.