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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.