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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.