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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.