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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.