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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.