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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.