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 Serbia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.