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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
The Saints,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.