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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.