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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.