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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.