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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.