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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Franke,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.