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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.