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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.