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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.