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 France and from Accra.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
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.