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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Index,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.