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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.