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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.