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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.