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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.