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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Monks,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the 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.