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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.