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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.