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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.