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 Oman 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.