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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.