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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.