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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.