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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.