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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.