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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.