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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Can,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
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.