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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Oneida,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.