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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Mars,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Fear,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.