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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Mars,
Cameo,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.