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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.