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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.