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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.