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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Lyres,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.