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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.