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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.