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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.