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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.