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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
the Association,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.