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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.