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 Albania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.