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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.