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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.