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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Can,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.