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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
EPMD,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.