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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.