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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.