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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Darondo,
MDC,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.