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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.