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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.