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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Index,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
a-ha,
10cc,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.