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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.