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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.