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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.