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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.