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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.