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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Names,
X-102,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.