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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.