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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.