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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.