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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.