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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.