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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.