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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.