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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.