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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.