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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.