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 Angola 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.