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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Cramps to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.