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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.