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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.