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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.