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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Whodini,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.