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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.