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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
The Human League,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.