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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.