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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.