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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.