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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.