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 Honduras 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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Wings,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Fear,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.