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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Television,
Hashim,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.