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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.