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 India and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.