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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.