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 Tuvalu 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.