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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.