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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.