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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.