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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.