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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.