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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.