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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.