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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.