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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 güiro 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.