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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.