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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.