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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.