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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.