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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.