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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.