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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.