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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Brick,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.