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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.