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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Brick,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.