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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.