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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.