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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Franke,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.