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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
New Order,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.