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 Greece 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.