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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
UT,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.