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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.