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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Aswad,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.