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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.