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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.