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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.