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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.