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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Can,
ABC,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.