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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.