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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.