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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Television to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.