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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
UT,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.