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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.