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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.