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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.