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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.