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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.