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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.