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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.