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 Austria 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.