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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.