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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.