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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.