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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.