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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.