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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.