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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.