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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.