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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.