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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.