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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.