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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
New Order,
Sparks,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.