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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.