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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
JFA,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.