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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.