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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.