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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.