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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.