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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.