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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.