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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.