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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.